EroticReverie

To be honest, I was kind of excited to finally have a sibling. Even though I'd technically had one for over a year now since my mom got married to my step father Henry. Henry was a decent guy and we got along, but weren't what you'd call close really. I never pried into his relationship with his son, or his past life before he moved here to California from Washington. All I really knew about my step brother was that he was a "pain in the ass" and "hung out with the wrong crowd". I'd over heard some of his phone conversations since he moved in with us after getting married to my mom. I'd heard him arguing with his ex wife, as well as with his son. So i'd learned about him, only what I gathered through eaves dropping on those conversations as well as the ones with my mother. 

I'd only seen past pictures of of him. Pictures from when he was a kid, or a young teenager. From what I gathered through phones calls I'd over heard. Jace has been acting out the past year and started collecting piercings and tattoos when he was still underage. He'd even collected more since turning 18 I heard. 

I was still excited though, to meet him, to see if we had anything in common. I was 17, going into my senior year. Jace was 18 going into his senior year as well.  I was excited to have someone to ride with to school, to be able to show him around and introduce him to people. 

My mother warned me that Jace wasn't excited about being here and might be a little abrasive at first. Jace's mom was being sent to Europe for a year through her work. Jace was coming to live out his senior year with us. 

I tried not  to seem too eager, and kept myself from peeking out the window of my bedroom when I finally heard Henry's car pull into the drive, and the closing of two car doors, the popping of the trunk, the rolling of suitcases. 

My mother and Henry already set up our finished basement as Jace's bedroom. I guess it sweetened the deal for Jace, to know he's have a full finished basement to himself. I was actually kind of jealous, but too excited for him to come, to complain. 

I waited until I heard the front door, and heard my mother and Henry murmuring, and another voice, answering her questions. His answers were short but I could hear his voice, and he did not sound at all like how I imagined him. I imagined the voice of a squeaky 13 or 14 year old I guess. My mind only processed what I'd seen, which were the pictures of him as a young kid or young teenager. My mind failed to grasp the rumored tattoos and piercings and bad boy demeanor his father had spoken to my mother of. 

"Olivia!" my mom called up the stairs. "Jace is here, come down and say hello!" 

I again tried not to be too eager, as I walked down the stairs. 

Turning the corner, the smile on my face faded somewhat and my jaw might have dropped slightly. I corrected my face as his dark brown eyes landed on me at the bottom of the steps. His eyes did a quick survey of me, then looked away , completely uninterested, and definitely not having the same excitement to meet me, that I had for him. 

"Hi." I said walking over to him, holding out my hand. 

"I'm Olivia. Or Liv...whichever." I said with a shrug as he looked down at my hand. 

He started at it for a moment, his eyes surveying me once more, his face not revealing any type of emotion, no approval of what he saw, or disapproval. 

I'm sure my face had shown sometime of approval for what I had seen though. 

He must've been at least 6'1" , because he was taller than me, but didn't tower over my 5'11" height. He had dark brown eyes, and dark thick lashes. It's truly unfair how boys are naturally gifted with lush long lashes, and I have to glue mine on or get lash extensions. He was wearing a black shirt, black leather jacket, and long black jeans, and black sneakers to match. Definitely broody. Definitely going to be abrasive like my mother warned. 

Henry nudged Jace's shoulder as he still looked at my hand. 

Henry cleared his throat as if to warn Jace to be polite and shake my hand. 

He took his hand out of his jacket pocket and reached out and shook my hand, I noticed his fingers covered in little designs, an anchor, on one, an hour glass on another, all really tiny, but before I could study anymore he spoke.

"Nice to meet you Olive." he said drawing his hand back.

I scrunched my brows. Was he doing that on purpose, getting my name wrong?

"Olivia." I corrected him.

He just shrugged, bent over to pick up a duffel bag. 

"Livy, why don't you show him to his room." my mother said. 

Jace turned to look at my mom then his dad. 

"I thought I was staying in the basement?" he asked his dad. 

His voice did funny things to me, so did that little scowl on his handsome face. I studied his face, the lip ring, the tattoo behind his ear, and the fade of his hair, up to the top where it was longer, and currently slicked back, and styled. 

"You are" his father answered him. 

"Well then I don't need an escort , just point me to the door." Jace said and then looked back at me for a moment. 

I was already slightly annoyed with him, not with his being abrasive towards me, but towards my mom. I didn't like anyone fucking with her, or being rude to her. 

"Find it yourself mister independent." I said, turning and walking back up the stairs. 

I heard a little chuckle from Henry.

"This will be fun." Henry sighed. "Do me a favor. Don't piss off the females in this house, okay?" his father said. 

"no promises." I heard Jace answer as the suitcases rolled across the floor downstairs.